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Hooded, 6 feet tall and with a presence easily mistaken for a passerby, Aldaris is one elf that makes his presence unknown. His gray-covered form seems to haze away, the uniform absence of color difficult to discern from itself. Pointed ears, lobe-length hair, skull-like face, uninteresting gray eyes. No mood best describes him. He simply exists, another life-form about its business.
His lithe form is toned with springy fibers, movement accentuated by parametric equations rather than classical human mechanics. Though elegant in movement, his body is seemingly rugged - signs from a life of impact and heavy use. Agile, straight-forward, and enduring describe the way he moves. He is able to reach incredible limb speeds, each muscle working in unison to form an ultimate biological machine skilled at close quarters combat. The most notable feature are his limbs: fast, precise, and powerful. At 104 years old he's a younger member of his race, but the way he conducts himself suggests he has far more experience than others his age.
"You do not notice him, but he is there - as devilishly wise and silent as a gray owl in reckoning." - ???
Personality:
Aldaris harbors an undying curiosity for things he doesn't know. He strongly believes a mind is much more powerful than any blade or magic. To him, there's always something new to investigate, something to understand. He enjoys deep conversations like those of a philosopher, and prefers to have said conversations with those who have worldly experience. Having a methodology built solely on reason, he is arrogant at times, but never ignorant. Always present in a situation but never one to intervene, Aldaris is the definition of indifference. As a result, emotion is a rare thing to see in him.
In combat, he is a tactician, a mental powerhouse that doesn't hesitate. With a mind whose goal is "end result", he has developed his own technique of martial art based of simplicity, positioning, and efficiency. "You're making corpses, not art."
A mithril katar. This weapon is similar to a punch dagger. There is a pistol's barrel attached to it, and the magazine for the barrel is inside the handle.
One 4 meter long rope. At 1 cm in diameter, it's made from kevlar. There is a simple solid-Tungsten dagger on the end, adding the right amount of weight to it.
A "cutting rapier". Worn seemingly for dress. It bends along the flat of the blade but remains rigid against its infinitesimally sharp edge. It is resilient to forms of fatigue and fracture. Made of mithril.
He wears three layers of clothing: full-length gray undergarments, kevlar gray pants and hooded coat that seem baggy around the joints to allow for maximum movement, and lastly aluminum chain-mail in between the above layers as armor (with solid aluminum bracers at his forearms and greaves at his shins attached). His boots and gauntlets - slightly clawed at each fingertip/toe as if they were 1cm sharpened nails - are both made from aluminum and kevlar. Sometimes, he wears a gray waist-length cloak. All layers of armor are thin, opting for mobility over defense.
Gravity: Aldaris is able to create distortions in gravity around him; he is able to change the direction of gravity, make it stronger, resist it, even remove it. As a sort of added sense, he is able to detect regions and changes of gravity around him, making him able to detect bodies with mass. Dark Matter, the mysterious matter he uses to fuel his attacks, can be felt by the elf as if it rang with his heartbeat. This fuel is ever present, and the elf can gather it near-instantly with gathered focus. Oddly, it's more gray than black.
The Dark Matter itself acts as a buffer against forms of energy such as electricity and light. When physically struck, it dissipates by unleashing an outward pulse of gravity and absorbs the physical impact - similar to a non-Newtonian fluid or shear-thickening fluid.
By densely cloaking himself completely in dark-matter, he is able to distort the gravity around him so greatly he changes the speed at which he perceives and interacts with the world. This is his ultimate glass-cannon rendition of his powers, and it is an effective passive 'living' armor.
Aldaris prepares for his ability not by charging it up, but by clearing space in his mind. Behaving almost like RAM does in a computer, he can build up a meditative, concentrated state that can be put forth for any ability he has. The actual magic happens when he uses his "free space" to invest in the ability. Trained by thinking, Aldaris is able to concentrate and focus his power for long periods of time. However, when he is forced to make a split second decision without built-up focus, his mind is strained.
History:
Aldaris was enrolled in a prestigious guild of magic since he came of age - in a system in which guild-masters let the students themselves experiment with their own innate abilities. Aldaris' love for the sciences, mathematics, and philosophy drove him to reach beyond common forms of magic. He didn't want to just understand the forces that affected nature, he wanted to feel it. Instead of kinetic energy manipulation or electron manipulation, he pursued the recent field of gravity manipulation that confounded even magical philosophers of his time. When he learned all that there was to learn, he left the guild years early under the notion that he would perform the rest of his studies elsewhere. After all, when you know as much about a subject as your professors, should you call them professor or peer?
From then on, he spent most of his life traveling to renowned scholars, libraries, and hubs of information. Always journeying in search of information, he's been through alpine peaks and vast deserts through his treks, learning further about topics ranging from thought itself to mathematics when he reached new towns or schools. Without a constant job, his journeys were difficult. He had to resort to thievery and cons to fund his travels, and this occupation is where he credits his amazing skill-set to. The farther into crime he went, he farther he distanced himself from his past. It was not soon before he forgot about his hometown to begin living like a true wanderer. Eventually, he discovered his skill-set let him do much more than thievery.
Having these new talents could earn him a decent living, but the elf never took a paid job yet. Partly because he's never been approached with an offer, and also because he hasn't seen a reason good enough to approach anyone else with a proposal - not to mention he'd rather spend his time talking to wise old men and women.